The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-10-16

conscious of these gifts, while most other
boys in possession of them are eaten up
with conceit and arrogance. Although de-
,scended on his paternal side from the Cav
alters and on his maternal side from the
good and illustIious Roger Williams, he is
too genuine an aristocrat to boast of his an
cestry. He places little or no value upon
birth or social position if individual worth
be wanting. He puts himself upon equality
with any person however humble may be
that persons origin, if the latter possesses
any intrinsic merit of his own. Virgil is
not bold. He never dresses, speaks, or acts
in a manner he thinks will attract atten-
ton. Though manly and courageous to a
wonderful degree, vet, with the modesty of
girl, he shrinks from publicity. Oh,
Pauie, there's something so gentle, so mod
est about Virgil that the beautiful words OF
Father Ryan always recur to my mind
whenever | think of the boy:
" Silently. shadowly, some lives go,
And the sound Of their voices is all unheard
Or il heard at all, It's as faint as the flow
OF beautiful waves which no storm hath
stirred,
Deep lives as these
As the pearl-Stream seas!
Calmly and lowly some hearts beat,
And none may know that they beat at all,
They mutfie their music whenever they meet
A few in a hut or q crowd in a hall.
Great hearts those
God only knows
often wish that Florine when she has at
tanned womanhood, would meet Virgil, and
that an attachment would spring up between
and that such an attachment would eventual
ly terminate in union. But fear he could
never fancy such girl as she. She is like
her Observation-Disclosures | wish she
were as good and as talented as you, Pau
lie.n
You are not shallow-minded, Charlie, .
said Miss Morriss, not needing his compli-
mentary alllsion to himself. ''You are al
ways underwriting your own merits and
talents. In this respect, | think, you are
like your young friend, MIR. Paine"
They had reached Pauline's home--an ele-
CANT, old-fashioned house, situated in the
most aristocratic portion of the city.
Won't you come in, Charlie, and spend
the afternoon with usl" asked the young
lady, as they paused at the gate.
No, thank you, Paulie Mother and
Florine would be displeaSed if | were to
take dinner from home to-day. It is the
| last New Year, you know, we shall all dine
together for five years or more. Oh, dear
me, how lonely shall be when they are
gone, | fear | shall die of melancholia be-
fore year has rolled away. | must go.
want to reach st. James church before the
dismisSiOn OF the congregation. Florine
| has some foppish upstalt always at her side,
and l am resolved to put stop to her for
wardness l, and l alone will escort her
nome today. Last Sunday night she
came from church with three of these So
ciety pests, and SO severely did | reprimand
her that mother threatened to punish me if
| | did not cease my tyranny, as she called it.
Au revOir, cousin mine"
And with a smile and a wave of his
hand, Charlie started down the street, hum
ming one of the hymns he had heard at
church that morning.
Poor boy!n said Pauline to herself, as
her eyes followed him for a block or two
How can aunt Mamie and FlOrine leave
him for so long a time! Mamma cannot bear
the least separation from either of her chill
dren. But | presume people are differently
constituted, and there is certainly differ
ence between aunt Mamie and mamma.
Mamma is a gentle, Christian woman,
while aunt Mamie is cold, naughty woman
Of the world, and poor FlOrine, | am sorry
to say, inherlts her mothers shallow,
worldly nature. But, thank heaven, Char
lie is not like them-hels NORRIS. He in
herits uncle Edmund'S kind. noble dispo-
sitiOn and with these thoughts Pauline
trpped lightly up the walk, mounted the
porch steps, and opening the great, massive
door, sped with the elasticity of young
deer down the long hall and into the library,
where, before a cheerful fire, sat her father
"a genial-faced, middle-aged gentleman
doing over his church paper
How do you feel now. papa. inquired
the young lady, as she stopped and pressed
her warm red liDs to his.
The sound of her voice instantly aroused
Mr. Morriss, and, looking up with inetfable
tenderness into the fair. sweet face of his
daughter, he said:
Il am better, thank you, my dear How
unusually rosy and pretty papa's little girl
looks to-day! You are destined to break
many heart, aren't you, little one: Where
are Bertha and Bunyan"
"They are coming Charlie was at our
church to-day and came TO the gate with
me. That is why am home before mamma
and brother. Oh, papa, you ought to have
heard Bunyan's sermon to-day. 1t was the
most eloquent discourse | ever listened to.
[ am sure be will become as famous a
preacher as was the great and good mission
ary whose name he bears.
Just here the door opened, and Mrs.
Morriss and her son entered the room.
The former was a handsome, well-pre-
served LAZY OF about 45, and despite her
| magnificent apparel and aristocratic bear
ing, her tender, motherly face spoke elo-
duently of a nature that could warm with
| love and sympathy toward the humblest of
| her fellow-creatures.
Bunyan was a splendid specimen Oh young
manhood He was fair complexioned, and
very much like his mother, while Pauline,
| though also fair, resembled her father
Glow are you now, father" asked the
Young minister, advancing toward his pa
| ternal parent,
Better, thank you, my son." replied Mr..
! NORRIS. 81 trust I shall be able to go to
the office tomorrow. / wish now / had
gone to chuch despite my indisposition.
! Pauline tells me you delivered an excellent
seI'non-the best she ever heard"
Now, if my little sister had heard any
other minister preach the same sermon, she
| would probably have thought it only an or
binary discourse. By the way, Pauie, y
said Bunyan who, with the instinct of a
modest young man. invariably changed the
topic Of conversation when it savored of
complimentary allusion to HIMSELF, who
are those boys that sat in our pew to-day
Aren't they strangers don't think ever
saw them before"
1.-The older one is Virgil Paine, one of
Charles college associates and the younger
one is VirgiPs brother, Milton Paine. Isn't
Milton dear little fellowW
Eyes; he is very lovely child; but am
more impressed with his brothers face,
which is Indicative of a rarely deep and
manly nature | do not profess to be a phys
Economist, but am sure anybody who has
devoted his time to the reading of human
faces would say that | had correctly read
this young gentlemans countenance."
"Paine Paine. What familiar namel''
+bo,,obt Nh. NORRIS as he listened TO his